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Cardinal Belgrave Poem
I sit alone
With a bible reader
And a headphone wearing mother of two.
And all I can think of
is how I miss you.
What I really mean
Is how I misjudged you,
How I thought that you would do.
Forever and forever
how you would do.
How there wasn't anything
I would not do
to end all nights curled up with you.
That was until
A yester-night
Where in between a guy's play fight,
You turned to left and then to right
And you celebrated his muscled might.
Calling him "the manliest of the manly".
You, a girl I thought of my mind,
Why would you deliver such a line,
And perpetuate patriarchal crime?
You, who said oh once before
You'd never let that in your door.
You, new love
Someone to adore.
You, who I thought
Wanted something more.
You, pale love
Something to adore.
No longer at my door
My love for never more.
And here I thought
Each and every day
My my my
How I wish she wasn't gay.
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Cardinal Belgrave Poem
Are Bullets Coded Death Especially For Greed?
How Insane.
Justice Knows Liars Manage Nations Often, Period.
Quite Ranbunctious Soldiers Terrorize Upstarts.
Villains.
Weak.
Xenophobes; Yearning Zeniths.
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Fast paced love monster
Slip one down her neck.
That's what hugs are for.
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"If you asked me to sacrifice my daughter
So that I could live just a little bit longer,
Then I'd have to say you're just treading water.
You really can't swim in this world like a father."
"If you asked me to sacrifice my daughter
So that I could live just a little bit longer,
Then I'd have to say you're just treading water.
You'd kill all the earth just to feel a bit stronger."
'I'd never ask you to snuff your daughter.
I feel your pain, I feel it also.
My daughter with Parkinson's is just treading water,
With stems she could swim and live even more so.'
The battle for a future, the battle is here.
Poor people without health care, do you even care?
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This building is burning to the ground.
Save the old man or save the baby we found?
"He knows what TV is, he's already going down."
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Cardinal Belgrave Poem
When I enter he is in a corner
Cutting off his hair.
The scissors struggles with hair and him,
And I struggle with what's plauging him,
Eye twitching restraining from slapping him.
Is this her son?
is this his fun?
After a moment
of his quiet reflection
Induced by some
of my slapping action,
he finds the strength
to describe his pain
For his
For mine
For dead mother's gain.
"I've let my plant die
Too many times.
What kind of person kills themselves
Io satisfy created social concern?
I'm stronger than this.
Smarter than piss.
With a mind that only petty gods
Must've had the mind to kiss."
If that's the case Intelligent,
Call me when you're no longer bent.
And take that rope from round your neck.
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Cardinal Belgrave Poem
God is naked
every day.
Clothes are just
The shame that we wear.
God is naked every day.
Clothes are just
The shame that we've made.
Simplify this need for "life".
I'll simplify my need for "wife".
I did not eat an apple or seed.
This birthright shame I do not need.
If you blame us all, this human race,
You change your love to a racist face.
Your creation skills were not the best
But you turn around and blame a breast.
It's ok God.
You made us imperfect.
Cause nobody's perfect.
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Cardinal Belgrave Poem
The body needs food The body needs food
It needs it near It needs it near
This body needs food This body needs food
So it can disappear. So it can disappear.
If not then every little pain
Seems so very near.
If not then it seems like you just really don't care.
Some people need that food,
They need it near.
Some people need it bad,
And they do care.
But some of us have it
In every way.
And when we're not hungry
We throw it all away.
And we do it this way,
We do it every day.
And we do it this way,
We do this every day.
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Five folks forced out of the womb of the earth,
They believe they are her only.
They begin the civilized process,
And though anger happens
They try their hands at the calm.
As food loses presence,
They must move on
For their civilians kill for food
and cannot grow.
They find another group
Of "peaceful" earth birthed folks.
These folkies grow for food
And themselves know also the calm.
"Between folks we do not like your"
'Looks like they want us to grow them'
"and we'll mash them and eat their"
'crops are ours. Maybe we need some'
"extra weapons. I'm dreamt of guns."
The needs of the many, and the needs of the few.
When hungry, just what are folks to do?
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I'm not sad.
But I need to right a poem that's sad.
I mean I need to write a poem that's sad.
You've got this boy.
I'm sure he loves you.
Being all that you are,
This is all he could do.
Yet you fall without clash
Into my arm.
You are not being rash
For my love is a farm.
You told me to hug you
You held my sweet hand,
I dreamt that I kissed you
Your subtle demand.
I guess what is sad
Is falling for you.
It's not really bad
It's just something we do.
You surely love him
And he surely loves you.
But I "know" that somewhere
You wonder how I'd do.
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